Maybe. Maybe not.

[His hand slides down her thigh, then back up it, cupping her ass and giving it a squeeze before he slid his hand back down.]

There's too much that happens for me to just blindly believe in something controlling everything. Too many accidents, too much bad stuff for me to think that someone wants those things to happen.

[His nose nudged hers, pushing at her to lift her face so he could steal another kiss. And then another.]

This one thing? This is a happy accident.